Soup – Written Thursday 18th December 2025 (Aged 50)

Soup

Winter hugs me,
but
the soup needs to be warm.
And
a virtual hug
is fine,
but it needs to hunker down
with the fires on.

So,
give me a hug —
but
this is cold.
My bones are cold,
but I wear what I can,
jumpers by the dozen,
just so,
just so I can understand.

And
the soup,
in a winter mug,
needs to have a virtual taste
and come
with an excessive hug.

So,
winter hugs me,
but
I long for the other seasons.
And sometimes,
when I think winter is not looking,
I take a peek,
because it’s the warmth I seek.

And I know
bias will always search for other reasons.
But
give me a hug —
this so‑called soup of life,
it comes from a fantastical mug.

James Garratt: Thursday 18th December 2025

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